XYRA'S POV
I stepped through the front door. I was greeted with a heat of tension that seemed to hang heavy in the air.
My mother was waiting for me in the living room, a stern look on her face and a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand.
"Xyra, come here," she said, her voice tight with frustration.
I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I approached her cautiously. I knew exactly what she was holding – my latest report card.
"What's going on, Mom?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the growing sense of dread.
She held up the report card, her eyes narrowing in disappointment. "This is what's going on, Xyra. How could you allow your grades to drop so low?"
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her disappointment bearing down on me. "I... I don't k
